This is a song about "Raps about confucianism"

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps

You cant make a dime with your raps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

For setting up traps

I'm a beast with the raps,

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Im a heavyweight you got a feather mind,your raps are about as tight

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

So remember what you just said about my raps

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Cause when someone raps about me its not a joke